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 Russia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Joe Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
Hashim,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Young Marble Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Technova,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
Radiohead,
X-102,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.