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 San Marino and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 a-ha to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
The Barracudas,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Near,
Radio Birdman,
The Martian,
Gabor Szabo,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
Blancmange,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
X-101,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.