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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
Suicide,
The Seeds,
Faust,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
Basic Channel,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.