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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
10cc,
Zapp,
Cluster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Standells,
Index,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
Nas,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.