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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Roxy Music to the dance 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
U.S. Maple,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Wake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Newcleus,
Cluster,
Magazine,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.