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 Tuvalu and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fuzztones to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
Clear Light,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
Cal Tjader,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
Brick,
Subhumans,
Black Moon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.