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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Connie Case to the jazz 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Qualms,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
The Star Department,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
Franke,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
Reagan Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
Ronan,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marmalade,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.