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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
X-101,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
Rufus Thomas,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.