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 Serbia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 rap 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
Model 500,
Motorama,
Shoche,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters,
New Order,
The Human League,
Television,
Black Sheep,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Crime,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.