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 Libya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Royal Trux to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
Make Up,
10cc,
Audionom,
X-102,
Desert Stars,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magazine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
Interpol,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.