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 Cuba and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
The Associates,
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
Magma,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
The Wake,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
The Kinks,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.