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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Outsiders 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Yazoo,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.