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 Syria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Moebius,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Darondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
The United States of America,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
B.T. Express,
Severed Heads,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.