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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Crooked Eye to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
Neu!,
The Fall,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Martian,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
Organ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Smog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hoover,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
Goldenarms,
CMW,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.