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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Wolf Eyes to the rap 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
Rekid,
Charles Mingus,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
the Germs,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.