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 Latvia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Colin Newman,
Franke,
Q65,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cymande,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.