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 Ghana and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 The Alarm Clocks to the punk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
The Martian,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
Radiohead,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
The Move,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.