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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Altered Images to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
Andrew Hill,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
cv313,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
The Mojo Men,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.