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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
The Pop Group,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.