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 Libya and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Joensuu 1685 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
Japan,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Basic Channel,
DJ Style,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.