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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Sneak to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
Make Up,
Mars,
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.