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 Mali 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
Gong,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Al Stewart,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Move,
Livin' Joy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
Clear Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
Fela Kuti,
Black Pus,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
New York Dolls,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.