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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Bang On A Can to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.