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 Senegal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Procol Harum to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Mars,
T. Rex,
Wolf Eyes,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Residents,
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo,
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.