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 Chad and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Technova to the dance 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Neil Young,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MC5,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
Television,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.