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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Sun Ra to the grime 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Organ,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
Interpol,
The Real Kids,
cv313,
The Litter,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
PIL,
Easy Going,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
Franke,
UT,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.