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 Australia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 JFA to the techno 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu,
Yaz,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
The Searchers,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
Technova,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.