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 Australia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 EPMD to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Make Up,
Hoover,
Skarface,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
The Golliwogs,
Hasil Adkins,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
Brick,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantytec,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.