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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul,
Leonard Cohen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Severed Heads,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Scrapy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
Lou Christie,
The Index,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
Wire,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.