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 Turkey and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Outsiders,
Japan,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.