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 Germany and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Lakeside to the rap 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Subhumans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
The Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
Schoolly D,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.