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 Denmark and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.