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 Andorra and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Das Ding to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
Ossler,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
Sister Nancy,
Scrapy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
Faust,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.