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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gang Gang Dance to the crunk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
PIL,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.