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 Micronesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Joyce Sims to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
D'Angelo,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
Pussy Galore,
DNA,
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
Technova,
The Star Department,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
Sparks,
John Cale,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
The Busters,
Darondo,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.