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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Big Daddy Kane 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rites of Spring,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
Tres Demented,
Moss Icon,
The Stooges,
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
Japan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
Quantec,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.