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 Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sister Nancy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
PIL,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
the Swans,
Hot Snakes,
The Last Poets,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
Organ,
Little Man,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
Nas,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.