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 Malta and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Five Americans to the jazz 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
H. Thieme,
Make Up,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Symarip,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
Niagra,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alphaville,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.