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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
Motorama,
The Gories,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Age Steppers,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
Magma,
Unwound,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.