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 Mali and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blackbyrds to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alphaville,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fela Kuti,
Freddie Wadling,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.