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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Bananas to the funk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
AZ,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.