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 Panama and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Animal Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
Alison Limerick,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
Dark Day,
Lower 48,
The Slackers,
Faust,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.