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 Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Neon Judgement to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Scientists,
Johnny Clarke,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.