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 Cambodia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Kevin Saunderson to the disco 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
Make Up,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Swans,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Young Marble Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
X-102,
Jawbox,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
Faust,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Aswad,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
Pantytec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.