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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Accadde A to the crunk 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
Josef K,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Wire,
Surgeon,
X-102,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
The Gun Club,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.