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 Bangladesh and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rotary Connection to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Crime,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Whodini,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.