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 East Timor 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lower 48 to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
Barry Ungar,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Archie Shepp,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Busters,
Nas,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.