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 Rwanda and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Fuzztones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
X-102,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
Skarface,
Cheater Slicks,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
Fear,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
Television,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
La Düsseldorf,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deepchord,
the Normal,
MC5,
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Germs,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.