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 Angola and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.