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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
The Index,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans,
The Move,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
Derrick May,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.