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 Jordan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party 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?
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
The Busters,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
Fluxion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.