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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Residents to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter & Gordon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Lydon,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.