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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
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 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 Gabor Szabo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Bar-Kays,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
The Vogues,
Robert Wyatt,
Wire,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
Khruangbin,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.