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 Argentina and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerrie Biddell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
Average White Band,
Motorama,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
Camouflage,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Can,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
The Cure,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
X-101,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.