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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Aswad to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
8 Eyed Spy,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
The Misunderstood,
L. Decosne,
Kas Product,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
The Happenings,
The Names,
The Slits,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.