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 Somalia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 The Modern Lovers to the dance 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
Cybotron,
DNA,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
Dark Day,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.