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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
Kas Product,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
The Standells,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.