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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 J.B.'s to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
X-101,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.