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 France 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lebanon Hanover to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
Magma,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
the Human League,
The Busters,
Franke,
Delta 5,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
UT,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.