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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Crash Course in Science to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
Television,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
Jeff Mills,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.