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 Liberia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
Technova,
Skriet,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blossom Toes,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.