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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 AZ to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
Magazine,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.