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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacob Miller,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Neu!,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.