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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cameo to the rock 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
MDC,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Wake,
Deakin,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.