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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Pierre Henry to the disco 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alice Coltrane,
Scion,
Section 25,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
The Names,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
Aswad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smiths,
The Mummies,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.