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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reagan Youth,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
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Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Pagans,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.