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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the crunk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
OOIOO,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
Index,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
H. Thieme,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nico,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
World's Most,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.