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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Agent Orange to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
Crime,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
The Toasters,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
Boredoms,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.