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 Libya and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rhythm & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.