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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Surgeon to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
Make Up,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pylon,
Brick,
AZ,
Scott Walker,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
Monks,
Fugazi,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.