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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 The Buckinghams to the electroclash 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
Reagan Youth,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
John Holt,
JFA,
Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
Chris Corsano,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
Magazine,
Organ,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.