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 Nicaragua and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Guru Guru to the funk 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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?
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
The Golliwogs,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
DNA,
Qualms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.