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 Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Aural Exciters to the dance 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
New Order,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
Connie Case,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funkadelic,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.