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 Latvia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gap Band,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
Blancmange,
Index,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.