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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Intrusion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
Funky Four + One,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
Technova,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
OOIOO,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Duran Duran,
The Golliwogs,
Smog,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.