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 Croatia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
K-Klass,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks,
Outsiders,
AZ,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
Yellowson,
Can,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.