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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Outsiders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Howard Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
The Victims,
Erasure,
Sparks,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
D'Angelo,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.