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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blossom Toes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalann,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet,
kango's stein massive,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
The Selecter,
Funkadelic,
JFA,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Index,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
The Leaves,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
Ludus,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
CMW,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
The Dead C,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.