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 Brunei and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Japan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Toni Rubio,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
Nas,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
Model 500,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Josef K,
Ten City,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MC5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.