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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rock 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skriet,
Rapeman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
Cymande,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
Gong,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.