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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Desert Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.