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 Chile and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
EPMD,
Kayak,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
LL Cool J,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.