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 Sweden and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Khruangbin to the funk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fluxion,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
UT,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.