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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Masters at Work 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Hood,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
Suburban Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
the Germs,
Monolake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.