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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Zapp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Make Up,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
Cameo,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hardrive,
Smog,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Second Layer,
Rotary Connection,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.