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 Belarus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
Second Layer,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
Deepchord,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unwound,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.