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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Age Steppers to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Mr. Review,
Shoche,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jandek,
Faraquet,
June of 44,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
UT,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.