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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Pussy Galore to the rock 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultra Naté,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
The Saints,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.