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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Five Americans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Near,
Monolake,
Qualms,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
Amazonics,
Pere Ubu,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doors,
Jawbox,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deakin,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cameo,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.