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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonics to the rap 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
The United States of America,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental 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.