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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
Excepter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
UT,
Flipper,
Mars,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
John Coltrane,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris Corsano,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
Slave,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.