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 Egypt and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Wake to the punk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
Index,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
Outsiders,
Andrew Hill,
Television,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
Henry Cow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
Ultimate Spinach,
The United States of America,
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.