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 Albania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-101,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
PIL,
The Associates,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slave,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Suicide,
Andrew Hill,
The Tremeloes,
Brand Nubian,
Wally Richardson,
Magazine,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
the Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.