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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Country Teasers to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
X-101,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
Urselle,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.