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 Benin and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Animal Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
Television Personalities,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
The Velvet Underground,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
JFA,
Iggy Pop,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
Adolescents,
Marine Girls,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
CMW,
Supertramp,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.