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 Tanzania and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
Young Marble Giants,
The Star Department,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.