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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
Yellowson,
The Zeros,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
David McCallum,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
Fear,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.