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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
Hasil Adkins,
Skaos,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Intrusion,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
Bad Manners,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.