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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Chris Corsano to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
Sexual Harrassment,
MDC,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacques Brel,
Radiohead,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Iggy Pop,
The Residents,
Mars,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.