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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Kayak to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
Smog,
Zapp,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nas,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Q65,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.