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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Toni Rubio to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi 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?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
B.T. Express,
David Axelrod,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Wells,
Excepter,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.