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 Greece and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the dance 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
UT,
Lower 48,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
Magma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rod Modell,
Section 25,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.