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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Amazonics to the crunk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eve St. Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
The Busters,
Wire,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Technova,
Mr. Review,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
The Mummies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
Junior Murvin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
Negative Approach,
Soft Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.