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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Star Department to the techno 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Guru Guru,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
Duran Duran,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Bourne,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.