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 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Idris Muhammad to the grime 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
Thompson Twins,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
Visage,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.