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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 The Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
The Stooges,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blackbyrds,
Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.