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 Morocco and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
UT,
Simply Red,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
The Litter,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Magazine,
Von Mondo,
Lower 48,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.