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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Holt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Fatback Band,
Erasure,
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.