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 East Timor and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare to the techno 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grauzone,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
Flamin' Groovies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.