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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Iggy Pop to the dance 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
Harry Pussy,
Cameo,
The Saints,
The Doors,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
Ituana,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers,
Brass Construction,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.