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 Nauru and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kinks to the crunk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Niagra,
Audionom,
Shoche,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
PIL,
The Martian,
K-Klass,
The Human League,
Country Teasers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Busters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Visage,
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.