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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 LL Cool J to the grime 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
Magma,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
CMW,
X-101,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Swans,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.