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 Suriname and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Loose Ends to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia,
AZ,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
Japan,
Franke,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
The Offenders,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
the Association,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.