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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Faraquet to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.