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 Romania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
Interpol,
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
The Busters,
Rekid,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
Alphaville,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.