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 Brunei and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 D'Angelo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
Crime,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
R.M.O.,
AZ,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
KRS-One,
the Association,
Interpol,
Talk Talk,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABBA,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.