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 Bahamas and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
The Cure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-101,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.