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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 The Sonics to the rock 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
the Slits,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Womack,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
the Bar-Kays,
Rakim,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.