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 Moldova and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Yusef Lateef to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
Cluster,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
The Busters,
Slave,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Sneak,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.