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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grey Daturas 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Wolf Eyes,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare,
Pole,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.