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 Kiribati and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Khruangbin to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche 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?
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Josef K,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
Lakeside,
Alison Limerick,
Albert Ayler,
Bauhaus,
Buzzcocks,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.