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 Andorra and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Reagan Youth to the grunge 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mantronix,
Magma,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.