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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Monks to the grunge 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
Excepter,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Hood,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls,
Nico,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.