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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Boredoms to the disco 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
JFA,
Ituana,
UT,
Josef K,
Shoche,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
Silicon Teens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.