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 South Africa and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
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 güiro 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 The Smiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
Duran Duran,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Erasure,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
Tom Boy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
Quando Quango,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.