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 Mauritius 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pet Shop Boys to the crunk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
KRS-One,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
The Sonics,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Bang On A Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.