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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 F. McDonald to the disco 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Josef K,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
Liliput,
Yellowson,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Shoche,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
The Victims,
The Cure,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.