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 Cuba and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonic Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
Warren Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
Scratch Acid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.