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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 New York Dolls to the grime 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
Darondo,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
Ossler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Loose Ends,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.