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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 R.M.O. to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Young Rascals,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
Oneida,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slave,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.