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 Turkey and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
Mars,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
Lakeside,
Deakin,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.