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 Lithuania and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Mummies to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
Pole,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
Bang On A Can,
The Martian,
Hoover,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
Echospace,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.