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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Brick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Normal,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.