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 Sudan and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
Deakin,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
Scan 7,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
Monks,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
New Order,
The Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
the Germs,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
Index,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.