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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sex Pistols to the disco 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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
The Evens,
Malaria!,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
Panda Bear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Amon Düül,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
The Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
Stetsasonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.