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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
The Sonics,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q65,
Talk Talk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
UT,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
The Martian,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
The Victims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.