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 Chad and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Underground Resistance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
Scientists,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swell Maps,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
Swans,
Derrick May,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
The Barracudas,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.