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 Norway and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
The Evens,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.