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 Sri Lanka 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
Nas,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
Television,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red,
The Cure,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.