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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 the Germs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
The Cure,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Deepchord,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marmalade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.