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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
Japan,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
The Smiths,
Black Bananas,
Gang Green,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
Skarface,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.