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 Morocco and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
Godley & Creme,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
Pole,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.