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 Serbia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Cowsills 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Delta 5,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
cv313,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.