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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gladiators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiohead,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
The Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
CMW,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.