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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
Marc Almond,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
10cc,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
EPMD,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.