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 Uganda and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stereo Dub to the techno 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joy Division,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
Altered Images,
Franke,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
Nico,
John Foxx,
Inner City,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
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.