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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Quando Quango to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Mark Hollis,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Whodini,
the Association,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
DJ Style,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.