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 Palau and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon 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?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Little Man,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Brothers Johnson,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
X-102,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.