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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Prince Buster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
Can,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
Brick,
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Albert Ayler,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
Nico,
Surgeon,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.