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 Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Public Enemy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
Index,
Henry Cow,
Scion,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
Magazine,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
cv313,
June Days,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dark Day,
Cymande,
The Saints,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.