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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Davy DMX to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
DNA,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Trojans,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.