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 Albania and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 T. Rex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Shoche,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
Depeche Mode,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slackers,
Altered Images,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Smog,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.