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 United States and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Mary Jane Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
F. McDonald,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
Vladislav Delay,
the Fania All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
MDC,
The Remains,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants,
Darondo,
Swans,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.