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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Cameo,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Rakim,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
Intrusion,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Index,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
Symarip,
Cybotron,
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.