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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slackers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
Television,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.