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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb 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 Amazonics to the rap 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.