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 Belize and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Ponytail to the electroclash 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
Gong,
Technova,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül,
The Moleskins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tim Buckley,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.