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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unwound,
Cameo,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.