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 Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Amon Düül II to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe,
Monks,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Chrome,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
The Invisible,
The Star Department,
Harmonia,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
Wire,
Nirvana,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.