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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Interpol to the electroclash 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
Can,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
Swans,
MC5,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
The Trojans,
Make Up,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul II Soul,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker,
Cymande,
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABC,
The Fugs,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.