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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Lou Reed to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
X-101,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
MC5,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Dennis Brown,
Lalann,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
Liliput,
Electric Prunes,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
Deakin,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.