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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 One Last Wish to the grime 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Guru Guru,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case,
Stiv Bators,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.