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 Burkina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Ponytail to the disco 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
Yaz,
Mars,
Excepter,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
a-ha,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.