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 Belarus and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June of 44 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
Faust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
Skriet,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.