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 India and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
X-101,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
The Dirtbombs,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Juan Atkins,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.