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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Ultravox,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Enemy,
Cymande,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
Godley & Creme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
Von Mondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tommy Roe,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
Organ,
Roxette,
Cameo,
AZ,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.