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 Africa and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Khruangbin to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
Neu!,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
Masters at Work,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
X-102,
Excepter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
Pantytec,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
Pagans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.