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 Russia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Byron Stingily,
EPMD,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
Vainqueur,
Leonard Cohen,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.