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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Chrome to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
Mantronix,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.