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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
Skriet,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
The Motions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
Idris Muhammad,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.