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 Libya and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Dead Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.