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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stereo Dub to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Ludus,
The Pop Group,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Q65,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
Nico,
Eric Copeland,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.