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 Qatar and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Zero Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
The Standells,
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
Agent Orange,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
Minutemen,
X-102,
Visage,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Coltrane,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.