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 Finland and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mary Jane Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Finger,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
Camouflage,
Pagans,
Mad Mike,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
Bluetip,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.