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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 The Cure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Intrusion,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
Ronan,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
The Birthday Party,
Popol Vuh,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.