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 Colombia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Black Pus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
U.S. Maple,
The Smoke,
Interpol,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
Unwound,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dark Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.