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 Qatar and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Scrapy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.