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 Barbados and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
K-Klass,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
Television,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
Josef K,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.