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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Oblivians to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
Heaven 17,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
Brand Nubian,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.