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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
X-101,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
June of 44,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.