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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 New Order to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
Mission of Burma,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
The Martian,
June of 44,
Ludus,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.