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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Black Sheep to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
The Victims,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Style,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
Organ,
Derrick May,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
Technova,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
Funky Four + One,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Babytalk,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
The Fortunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.