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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 John Coltrane to the funk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
MC5,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.