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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Associates to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
Gichy Dan,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
Infiniti,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.