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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Clarke 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.