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 Yemen and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
The Five Americans,
Q65,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.