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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Khruangbin to the dance 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Malaria!,
Rekid,
Index,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
The Count Five,
DNA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
The Techniques,
Lalann,
The Pop Group,
Rapeman,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
Q and Not U,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.