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 Uruguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 E-Dancer to the grunge 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Surgeon,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
The Zeros,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Jawbox,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.