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 Somalia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Slick Rick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Enemy,
The Velvet Underground,
Index,
The Slits,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
Drexciya,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.