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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Electric Prunes to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
Clear Light,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
New Order,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Juan Atkins,
Visage,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.