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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Eli Mardock to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs,
Juan Atkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
CMW,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
Charles Mingus,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
Radiohead,
Roger Hodgson,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
The Fall,
Mandrill,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
Ken Boothe,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.