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 Comoros and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gories,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.