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 Costa Rica and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Sun City Girls to the dance 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sight & Sound,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
Magma,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
Scion,
Inner City,
Pagans,
Pole,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.