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 Korea North 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Charles Mingus 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
The Fall,
Main Source,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
Albert Ayler,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.