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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Minutemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
Smog,
Gang Green,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
Radiohead,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Shoche,
Ronan,
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.