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 Dominica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mr. Review,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
Kaleidoscope,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unwound,
The Doors,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Stooges,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.