Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Micronesia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gil Scott Heron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.