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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger,
Hashim,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
Subhumans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Black Pus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Enemy,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.