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 Benin and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Delta 5 to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
Massinfluence,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boredoms,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.