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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dorothy Ashby to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
Sex Pistols,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rufus Thomas,
Darondo,
Franke,
Yellowson,
X-102,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doors,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.