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 Hungary 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Half Japanese to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot 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?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
The Wake,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
Symarip,
The Fortunes,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
Josef K,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
The Music Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
Excepter,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
The Martian,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.