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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 The Martian to the electroclash 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
Q65,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cameo,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Essential Logic,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.