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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Birthday Party to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
Ponytail,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.