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 Colombia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
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 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 The Toasters to the punk 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
Robert Görl,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
Monks,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
Magazine,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
Unwound,
Nico,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.