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 Liberia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 FM Einheit to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
the Association,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.