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 Kyrgyzstan and from New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Technova to the rap 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
Boogie Down Productions,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
Smog,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
Gong,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
T.S.O.L.,
Alison Limerick,
Shoche,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
MDC,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.