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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 DJ Sneak to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masters at Work,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
Subhumans,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.