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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Buckinghams to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 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 Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dual Sessions,
The New Christs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
Silicon Teens,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.