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 Latvia and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alice Coltrane 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
Ponytail,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
The Wake,
David Axelrod,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
Q65,
Isaac Hayes,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
Toni Rubio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Searchers,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.