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 Comoros and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Radiohead to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson 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?
Mark Hollis,
X-102,
The Names,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
The Leaves,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
Mandrill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
Lightning Bolt,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.