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 Monaco and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mark Hollis to the disco 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs,
New Age Steppers,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
Visage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
Crime,
The Martian,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.