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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron 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?
Eve St. Jones,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
JFA,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.