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 Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minutemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
Massinfluence,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti 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.