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 Dominica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Erasure to the grime 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Bauhaus,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
FM Einheit,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.