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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
The Seeds,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
The Five Americans,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Laurel Aitken,
MC5,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
DJ Style,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
Gong,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
Brick,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cowsills,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
June of 44,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.