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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Infiniti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quantec,
Eric Dolphy,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
The Victims,
June Days,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
Technova,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
Main Source,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count 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.