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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
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 guitar 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 Faraquet to the techno 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
Lakeside,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
X-101,
Kerri Chandler,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
Can,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.