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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echospace to the grunge 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Janne Schatter,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
Arcadia,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Eurythmics,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.