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 Germany and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
E-Dancer,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James White and The Blacks,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.