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 Rwanda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Oneida to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bob Dylan,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
Suicide,
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scientists,
The American Breed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
Crime,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.