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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visage,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
X-102,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.