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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Babytalk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
Smog,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
The Cramps,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.