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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Fugazi,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
48th St. Collective,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
UT,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.