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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Kinks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
the Normal,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
Slave,
The Victims,
Mars,
Deepchord,
Black Pus,
Monolake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.