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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Buckinghams to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DNA,
World's Most,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
CMW,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Magma,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.