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 Togo 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dennis Brown 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Yaz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
Dennis Brown,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.