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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the rock 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
The Pop Group,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.