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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
Loose Ends,
LL Cool J,
Brand Nubian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Bowie,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Nico,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.