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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
The Monks,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
Monolake,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
Jandek,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
Warsaw,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
Khruangbin,
The Durutti Column,
JFA,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy Collins,
La Düsseldorf,
Section 25,
Marmalade,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.