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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Gun Club to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
Model 500,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
Yaz,
Matthew Halsall,
The Young Rascals,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.