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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swell Maps to the techno 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
ABC,
Ituana,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
Funky Four + One,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxy Music,
Erasure,
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.