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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
Slave,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
Jandek,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
Popol Vuh,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Mills,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
Can,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.