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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Dolphy to the electroclash 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
D'Angelo,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
Quantec,
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
Alphaville,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
The Smiths,
Fear,
Little Man,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
Mars,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.