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 United States 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
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 theremin 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 New York Dolls to the grunge 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
The Seeds,
Kas Product,
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs,
Visage,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Malaria!,
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.