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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 The Names to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
Symarip,
DNA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Yellowson,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Monolake,
Niagra,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.