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 Argentina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Peter & Gordon to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
Cymande,
Oneida,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
Godley & Creme,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.