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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Magma to the jazz 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hardrive,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
Guru Guru,
Susan Cadogan,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Audionom,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Normal,
Animal Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.