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 Luxembourg 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
Lalann,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
Smog,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
June Days,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.