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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q65 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
Section 25,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
Wings,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.