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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Bob Dylan to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
EPMD,
Quantec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
Pylon,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
The Smoke,
Nas,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
Simply Red,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.