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 Syria and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Parry Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
Crime,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
Jawbox,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
the Association,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Warsaw,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
The Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.