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 Malta and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Five Americans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
Mark Hollis,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.