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 Grenada and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 World's Most to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
Altered Images,
Model 500,
The Fall,
Echospace,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.