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 Haiti and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Gap Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
Cecil Taylor,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.