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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Barracudas to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Banda Bassotti,
Lakeside,
Althea and Donna,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Interpol,
Shoche,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
Bob Dylan,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.