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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
Agitation Free,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
John Cale,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
Dawn Penn,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
Pylon,
Kerri Chandler,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.