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 South Africa and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kas Product to the punk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
Ten City,
The Gladiators,
X-101,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Cybotron,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.