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 Thailand and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang 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?
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arcadia,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
Mars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.