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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Interpol to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
Morten Harket,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
Swans,
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.