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 Croatia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Prince Buster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
Technova,
The Raincoats,
One Last Wish,
The Gories,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.