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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 DNA to the dance 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
The Smiths,
Franke,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
Scion,
Index,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.