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 Togo and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
Crime,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Kaleidoscope,
the Germs,
Inner City,
Roxette,
Subhumans,
The Index,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.