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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Colin Newman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Saints,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Trojans,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crooked Eye,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
Gong,
The Offenders,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
Aswad,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.