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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
Wire,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
Suicide,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
Thee Headcoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.