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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rosa Yemen to the electroclash 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA 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?
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
Juan Atkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
Jacob Miller,
DNA,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Invisible,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nico,
Cluster,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.