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 Malaysia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Monolake to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Japan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
Q65,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Urselle,
Easy Going,
UT,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
Ossler,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.