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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
The Doors,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
Yaz,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
Skarface,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonic Youth,
The Happenings,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.