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 France and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 the Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
Japan,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.