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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marine Girls to the grunge 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
Barry Ungar,
Skarface,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.