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 China and from New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Soul II Soul to the funk 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
Can,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
Josef K,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
Fear,
David McCallum,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.