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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 John Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
DNA,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.