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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
The United States of America,
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
Blancmange,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.