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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Symarip to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.