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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the electroclash 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
Banda Bassotti,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.