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 Belize and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
Grey Daturas,
MDC,
EPMD,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
Ultravox,
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
Visage,
Monks,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
The Remains,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.