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 Syria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the techno 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
The J.B.'s,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
Hashim,
The Residents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
Pole,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
AZ,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.