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 East Timor and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Subhumans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
The Doors,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The American Breed,
The Evens,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Newcleus,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Make Up,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.