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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Massinfluence,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Ponytail,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
Funkadelic,
Erykah Badu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Flipper,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.