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 Thailand and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Dark Day to the punk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
JFA,
Yaz,
June Days,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.