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 Kenya and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Average White Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
LL Cool J,
Joe Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Model 500,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
Wings,
The Seeds,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
Oneida,
Public Image Ltd.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
Soul Sonic Force,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.