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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Animal Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
Theoretical Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms,
Tim Buckley,
The Saints,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.