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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tres Demented to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Index,
The Barracudas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
Rites of Spring,
Slick Rick,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
Swans,
the Human League,
Ludus,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
Can,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.