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 Jordan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Michelle Simonal to the disco 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
Kenny Larkin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
Vainqueur,
The Trojans,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
Index,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
The Music Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
Inner City,
The Busters,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
Ituana,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Index,
John Cale,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Stetsasonic,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.