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 Congo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 D'Angelo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
UT,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Can,
X-102,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
Cluster,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pop Group,
Flipper,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crime,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.