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 Laos and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the crunk 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
K-Klass,
The Dirtbombs,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
the Slits,
Carl Craig,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
The New Christs,
Malaria!,
Nas,
DNA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Style,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Con Funk Shun,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.