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 Moldova and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Fluxion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agent Orange,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
Technova,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.