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 Palau 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suburban Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
The Selecter,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.