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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yaz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Trumans Water,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Minny Pops,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deepchord,
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Scan 7,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.