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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Panda Bear to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
Bauhaus,
Fatback Band,
Can,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.