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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
Iggy Pop,
Q65,
The Cramps,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Martian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.