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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Beau Brummels to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gun Club,
The Fugs,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
The Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
Ultra Naté,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.