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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Divine Comedy to the grunge 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
Yellowson,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sound,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Maleditus Sound,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
Roxette,
Erasure,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Darondo,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
Babytalk,
ABC,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
Mark Hollis,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.