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 Niger 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Zero Boys to the punk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
Jandek,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Litter,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deakin,
Severed Heads,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.