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 Brunei and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Roxette to the crunk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
Peter and Kerry,
Hardrive,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.