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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Newcleus to the rap 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Robert Hood,
OOIOO,
The Slits,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Dolphy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronan,
Underground Resistance,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
Little Man,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
Franke,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.