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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
Whodini,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.