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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Axelrod to the funk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Connie Case,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
Gong,
Infiniti,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.