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 Haiti and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Moby Grape to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
Gong,
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.