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 Paraguay and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the funk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
Q65,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
The Smoke,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
Quantec,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moody Blues,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
Rakim,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers,
Crime,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.