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 Comoros and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Minutemen to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
The Stooges,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
a-ha,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Arab on Radar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Television,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
Niagra,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.