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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Unwound to the disco 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
DJ Style,
Schoolly D,
Aloha Tigers,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nation of Ulysses,
Infiniti,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
Prince Buster,
Black Moon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
Nico,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
Magazine,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
Ituana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
MDC,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.