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 Zambia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Arcadia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Malaria!,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
Jandek,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.