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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Qualms to the punk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
Pylon,
This Heat,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.