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 United States and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Zapp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
The Velvet Underground,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
Index,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.