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 Tonga and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Connie Case,
The Busters,
Sparks,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.