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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Boredoms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Toni Rubio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
Aswad,
Bush Tetras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.