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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
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 linndrum 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
Reagan Youth,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
the Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Ice-T,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.