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 Uzbekistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Rhythm & Sound to the crunk 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
the Slits,
Lyres,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
Audionom,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.