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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 New York Dolls to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
Franke,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
Black Moon,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
Brick,
Jandek,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.