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 Belize and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
Smog,
Malaria!,
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.