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 Mauritania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Jandek to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.