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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Motorama to the rock 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
Simply Red,
Spoonie Gee,
Gerry Rafferty,
10cc,
Surgeon,
Roxy Music,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monks,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.