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 Yemen and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
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 clarinet 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
The Toasters,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
Severed Heads,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
cv313,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.