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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 T.S.O.L. to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
The Seeds,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
Flipper,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yaz,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.