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 Andorra and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Quando Quango to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
Derrick May,
Gong,
Make Up,
Smog,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Livin' Joy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.