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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Electric Prunes to the grime 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Alice Coltrane,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
The Cure,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Au Pairs,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange,
Lindisfarne,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.