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 China and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grime 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Royal Trux,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.