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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 New Order to the funk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
Jacob Miller,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
Lalann,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.