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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zapp,
Jandek,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.