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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 In Retrospect to the jazz 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Chrome,
Urselle,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
Patti Smith,
Slick Rick,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
Main Source,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
Con Funk Shun,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
Shuggie Otis,
Tres Demented,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bronski Beat,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.