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 Egypt and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Slave to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fat Boys,
Skaos,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
X-102,
The Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.