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 Dominica and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Donny Hathaway to the crunk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Josef K,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Camouflage,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
Sarah Menescal,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crime,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.