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 Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 48th St. Collective to the punk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
cv313,
DJ Style,
Joe Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Q65,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick,
Ten City,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brick,
The Doors,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
Brass Construction,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.