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 Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye,
The American Breed,
Lindisfarne,
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rapeman,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.