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 Iran and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
The Busters,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.