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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
Mantronix,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
Circle Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
Wings,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
Angry Samoans,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.