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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s.
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 The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
Yellowson,
Camberwell Now,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Martian,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
Gang Green,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.