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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Deepchord to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
The Martian,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
Whodini,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.