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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Modern Lovers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
Magma,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.