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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Ralphi Rosario to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Duran Duran,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
Toni Rubio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Dark Day,
Visage,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
The United States of America,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
Rotary Connection,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.