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 South Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Al Stewart to the techno 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
Q65,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pylon,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.