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 Mongolia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Janne Schatter to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
Kayak,
10cc,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.