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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
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 sitar 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 Kas Product to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MDC,
Deepchord,
Pylon,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Slave,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
The Litter,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
Rapeman,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
Black Pus,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Smog,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Second Layer,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.