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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Johnny Clarke to the jazz 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
Q and Not U,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun City Girls,
Rakim,
The Associates,
Liliput,
Arcadia,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Vladislav Delay,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.