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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Shanghai and Portland.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Donald Byrd to the funk 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '80s.
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 Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
Roxette,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
Can,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
Monolake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
MC5,
Altered Images,
Marine Girls,
Agitation Free,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
Colin Newman,
The Selecter,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.