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 Mexico and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Stooges,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
Alphaville,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.