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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
cv313,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
H. Thieme,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
The J.B.'s,
Bush Tetras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
Jandek,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
Sex Pistols,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.