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 Jordan and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Audionom to the dance 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
Dave Gahan,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Simply Red,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
Crime,
DNA,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.