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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 the Germs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.