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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
Toni Rubio,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
Suburban Knight,
Quantec,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.