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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pulsallama to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.