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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
Albert Ayler,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Wake,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiohead,
Monks,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.