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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 The Golliwogs 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Absolute Body Control,
Fear,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.