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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ossler,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
Altered Images,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Jandek,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.