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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dirtbombs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Fraelich,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
10cc,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.