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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Darondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick May,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Procol Harum,
T. Rex,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.