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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
Marmalade,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
The Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.