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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slave to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
Neu!,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Velvet Underground,
Jandek,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.