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 Angola and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Shoche,
EPMD,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
Royal Trux,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.