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 San Marino and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Sonic Youth to the techno 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q65,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
The Busters,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Technova,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
The Walker Brothers,
Procol Harum,
JFA,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.