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 Guyana and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sarah Menescal to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
Skaos,
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
Inner City,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
Jacob Miller,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Babytalk,
Ice-T,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.