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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Association to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q65,
Mark Hollis,
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Kaleidoscope,
Fluxion,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
the Bar-Kays,
Anthony Braxton,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Five Americans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.