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 China and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Scientists to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
Sam Rivers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Raincoats,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.