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 Turkey and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neu!,
Todd Terry,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Kaleidoscope,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
Urselle,
Intrusion,
Soft Machine,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.