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 Libya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Depeche Mode to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
Ponytail,
Aaron Thompson,
Steve Hackett,
Ituana,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Wally Richardson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erykah Badu,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.