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 Senegal and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Anakelly to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Qualms,
Scientists,
Skarface,
Slave,
Model 500,
The Names,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.