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 Portugal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ludus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Susan Cadogan,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
The Seeds,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.