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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultravox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented,
Niagra,
Connie Case,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.