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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
Smog,
Lower 48,
The Busters,
Monks,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reagan Youth,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Franke,
MC5,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
Monolake,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
Joyce Sims,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Deakin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.