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 Sweden and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Monolake to the jazz 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
Joy Division,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.