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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Royal Trux to the dance 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions,
Skarface,
Crime,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
Aswad,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.