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 Angola and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Associates to the disco 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
Byron Stingily,
OOIOO,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
Quantec,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
Bluetip,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
The Litter,
Echospace,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.