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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Residents,
The Blues Magoos,
Susan Cadogan,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.