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 United States and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
Eli Mardock,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.