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 Namibia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Dual Sessions to the jazz 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
The Wake,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Underground Resistance,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Technova,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
Skaos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.