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 Brunei and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 World's Most to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
Josef K,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
Gong,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deadbeat,
Yellowson,
MC5,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.