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 Niger and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
Rekid,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
The Barracudas,
Marmalade,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.