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 Niger and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Moleskins to the grunge 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Darondo,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
The American Breed,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
Bill Near,
Gang of Four,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.