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 Syria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
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 chamberlin 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Y Pants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Normal,
Yaz,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wasted Youth,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.