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 Paraguay and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
Easy Going,
Magma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
The Vogues,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Magazine,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
The Names,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
the Association,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.