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 Kenya and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
The Residents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Malaria!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
The Motions,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Technova,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
The Mummies,
Connie Case,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
ABC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.