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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Funky Four + One to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun City Girls,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
Yazoo,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
Monks,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
Nas,
X-101,
Clear Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Teasers,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
Prince Buster,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.