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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Vogues,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
Swell Maps,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
A Certain Ratio,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
Make Up,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.