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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rakim to the jazz 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
Can,
Youth Brigade,
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
Lower 48,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.