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 Tonga and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Quadrant to the crunk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Schoolly D,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Mad Mike,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.