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 Philippines and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Brass Construction to the techno 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
Pole,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed,
The Names,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
Boredoms,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
Yellowson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.