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 Estonia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Arcadia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
X-Ray Spex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
the Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.