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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 DNA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
Faraquet,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
The Cramps,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
The Wake,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Parry Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
MC5,
Ludus,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
X-102,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.