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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Bill Near to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
Kurtis Blow,
Lyres,
Shoche,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
Crime,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.