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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
F. McDonald,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
Zapp,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
June Days,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
The Slackers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.