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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camouflage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
Y Pants,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ohio Players,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agent Orange,
The Residents,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.