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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Real Kids to the electroclash 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Wasted Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
The Sound,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.