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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Oneida to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
The Cure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
The Associates,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
The Slackers,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.