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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Warsaw to the crunk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
EPMD,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mummies,
Symarip,
The Index,
UT,
Simply Red,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
Yazoo,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deakin,
the Slits,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
June Days,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.