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 East Timor and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Fela Kuti to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
Minnie Riperton,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.