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 Germany and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
Hardrive,
The Move,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
L. Decosne,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.