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 Belgium and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
Visage,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
The J.B.'s,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
Thompson Twins,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Nico,
The Litter,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
Spandau Ballet,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
ABC,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.