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 India and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Underground Resistance to the funk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.