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 Singapore and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Minutemen,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Black Sheep,
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
Mars,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.