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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
AZ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
The Leaves,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Q65,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.