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 Malaysia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Aural Exciters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
cv313,
ABC,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
Silicon Teens,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Oblivians,
Technova,
X-102,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Nico,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
Quantec,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.