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 Cameroon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Chris Corsano to the rock 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
Ludus,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.