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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 ABBA to the electroclash 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
Barry Ungar,
K-Klass,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Aural Exciters,
Hasil Adkins,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.