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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Second Layer to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Fraelich,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
JFA,
DJ Style,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cramps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smoke,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.