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 Jordan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
Japan,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Birthday Party,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25,
Josef K,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
The Vogues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.