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 Japan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Byron Stingily to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
the Slits,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
The J.B.'s,
Lalann,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.