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 Togo and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Gun Club to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
MDC,
The Misunderstood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
ABBA,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
Idris Muhammad,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Faust,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
Alison Limerick,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.