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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moss Icon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
Brass Construction,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
The Move,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.