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 United States and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Fuzztones to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Cymande,
Excepter,
Monolake,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
The Evens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
EPMD,
X-101,
the Swans,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.