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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The J.B.'s to the crunk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Peter and Kerry,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy Collins,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.