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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
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 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 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 The Offenders to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Brick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
Susan Cadogan,
Fugazi,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.