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 Dominica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Cameo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Ronan,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
D'Angelo,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.