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 Madagascar and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 MDC to the dance 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
Janne Schatter,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
Magazine,
Gang of Four,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.