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 Dominica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Yaz,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.