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 Namibia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Siglo XX to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dirtbombs,
Blake Baxter,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
Lyres,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Urselle,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.