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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Country Teasers to the electroclash 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
Simply Red,
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
Deepchord,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
Can,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.