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 Monaco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Warsaw to the electroclash 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
X-101,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
Von Mondo,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pussy Galore,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monolake,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.