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 Hungary and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Joey Negro 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
The Slits,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Q65,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Television,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.