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 France and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Panda Bear to the jazz 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
The Residents,
Camouflage,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
Accadde A,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
Outsiders,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.