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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
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 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 Pantytec to the crunk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
The Busters,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.