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 Germany and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sexual Harrassment to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
Erasure,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.