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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Red Krayola to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
The Index,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arthur Verocai,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
The Cure,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erasure,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.