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 Ireland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
Popol Vuh,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
Faust,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
Mandrill,
MC5,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
the Association,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.