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 Canada and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Gories 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pole,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
Can,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Dead Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
Visage,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Basic Channel,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.