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 Guyana and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the electroclash 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young,
Television,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
Angry Samoans,
Magazine,
Cameo,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
Das Ding,
CMW,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.