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 Vietnam and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crooked Eye to the funk 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
June of 44,
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
The Remains,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Average White Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
Drexciya,
Warsaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
The Index,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.