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 Palau and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brand Nubian to the electroclash 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Donald Byrd,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
Cluster,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
Television,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
Bang On A Can,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
John Lydon,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Evens,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.