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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Jeff Mills to the rock 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini,
The Human League,
The Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
Sixth Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Simply Red,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.