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 Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.