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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Das Ding to the rock 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.