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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 EPMD 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
the Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.