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 Palau and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
The Standells,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
Scrapy,
Au Pairs,
the Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.