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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
Jawbox,
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
Pylon,
The Cramps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nas,
Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.