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 Nauru and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
Oneida,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
X-102,
Gong,
Scrapy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Glenn Branca,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
Deepchord,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.