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 Cambodia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Tears for Fears to the rap 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry's Kids,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
Jandek,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
The Evens,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
Mars,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
Alphaville,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.