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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Martian to the jazz 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
FM Einheit,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
AZ,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills,
Can,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.