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 Cameroon and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Animal Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
Fat Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
X-101,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
Moebius,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
The Wake,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hardrive,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
Swans,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.