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 Armenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
Wasted Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.