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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Mo-Dettes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
Niagra,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Scientists,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.