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 Finland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
R.M.O.,
Wolf Eyes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.