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 Costa Rica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Swell Maps to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
Hardrive,
Mission of Burma,
Groovy Waters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crime,
Suicide,
Unrelated Segments,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
Nirvana,
Moebius,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Babytalk,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.