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 Switzerland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the techno 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
Yazoo,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zero Boys,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes,
Bluetip,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
The Slits,
the Human League,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.