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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Roxy Music,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
The Index,
Nas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.