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 India and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The New Christs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs 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?
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
Wings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
The Toasters,
Pylon,
Saccharine Trust,
Magazine,
the Slits,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
Mars,
Altered Images,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.