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 Syria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rap 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
One Last Wish,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
World's Most,
Robert Hood,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Fatback Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
John Holt,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.