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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Max Romeo,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Certain Ratio,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rapeman,
Au Pairs,
Robert Hood,
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.