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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ossler to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
Nils Olav,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
R.M.O.,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
Josef K,
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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.