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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Lou Reed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
The Index,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.