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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lalo Schifrin 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Jawbox,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
The Vogues,
the Association,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
Godley & Creme,
Rekid,
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.