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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Age Steppers to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
The Names,
Darondo,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.