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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Traffic Nightmare to the techno 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Yaz,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
Mo-Dettes,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
Circle Jerks,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
The Pop Group,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.