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 Samoa and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Roy Ayers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Monks,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Remains,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Joy Division,
The Index,
The Cramps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.