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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Count Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
Yaz,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
10cc,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.