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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Animal Collective to the jazz 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rapeman,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.