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 Congo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Babytalk to the funk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Hill,
Aswad,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
The Residents,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.