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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Grey Daturas to the grime 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
Franke,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
Erasure,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Moss Icon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
The Sonics,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.