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 Poland and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Black Sheep,
This Heat,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Nico,
Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
Gong,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smoke,
David Bowie,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
Liliput,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.