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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pierre Henry to the grime 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pussy Galore,
The Trojans,
Technova,
Easy Going,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Alice Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
Unwound,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
Nick Fraelich,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.