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 Albania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Arthur Verocai to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
X-101,
Pagans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Soul II Soul,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
Matthew Halsall,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
This Heat,
Rakim,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.