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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
Alton Ellis,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bush Tetras,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
Q65,
The Residents,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Index,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
Scientists,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.