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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Qualms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
Skriet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
cv313,
The Real Kids,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
Sam Rivers,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.