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 Barbados and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Make Up to the rap 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Trumans Water,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Massinfluence,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
Hardrive,
Nico,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.