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 East Timor and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
Simply Red,
Excepter,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arcadia,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.