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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Animal Collective to the rap 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
Cybotron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantaleimon,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
This Heat,
Technova,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
The Martian,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.