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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Can to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
The Slits,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Royal Trux,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
World's Most,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
Section 25,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
Cecil Taylor,
Sam Rivers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.