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 Colombia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter,
Technova,
Boredoms,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
Laurel Aitken,
Audionom,
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.