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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Skriet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Audionom,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
the Human League,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.