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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Stereo Dub to the dance 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
X-102,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
Henry Cow,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Wings,
Marmalade,
Lalann,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.