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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 the Germs to the grime 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Ponytail,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
Gabor Szabo,
Royal Trux,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell,
Visage,
Magazine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
The Buckinghams,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.