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 Brunei and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco 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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
EPMD,
Wire,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
Organ,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.