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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Association to the dance 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
Suicide,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
The Doors,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
CMW,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rod Modell,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
The Mummies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Ossler,
EPMD,
June of 44,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.