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 Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Music Machine to the jazz 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
Cameo,
Can,
Pagans,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
UT,
Urselle,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.