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 Nigeria and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Mojo Men to the crunk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
Reagan Youth,
Half Japanese,
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.