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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swans to the disco 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
Carl Craig,
Alphaville,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis,
The Names,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monks,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
Jacob Miller,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.