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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
Schoolly D,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alice Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Saccharine Trust,
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.