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 Antigua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
Q65,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Symarip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
Moss Icon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
The Doors,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.