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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pantytec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
The Gories,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
Crash Course in Science,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.