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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
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 oboe 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 cv313 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fluxion,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
Idris Muhammad,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.