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 India and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Smiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
The Names,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
Bush Tetras,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
Oneida,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.