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 Austria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eddi Front,
UT,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
Black Sheep,
DNA,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
Half Japanese,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Slits,
Yaz,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hashim,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.