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 Angola and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Wyatt to the jazz 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
H. Thieme,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.