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 Austria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 the Germs to the jazz 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
Depeche Mode,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül II,
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
Television,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.