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 Mozambique and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Glenn Branca to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
Yaz,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.