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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Anakelly to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quadrant,
Wire,
Gang Green,
the Normal,
Kayak,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
L. Decosne,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
Mars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.