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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grime 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
The Moleskins,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
The Move,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Wings,
Mo-Dettes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
E-Dancer,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
UT,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
Camouflage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.