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 Lithuania and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 The Fire Engines to the crunk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.