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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Arcadia to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
Henry Cow,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.