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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 In Retrospect to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
Alphaville,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.