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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 The Trojans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
Cluster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sam Rivers,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
Rites of Spring,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.