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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Unrelated Segments to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sällskapet,
Popol Vuh,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
Sister Nancy,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
Pagans,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marine Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.