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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 D'Angelo to the rap 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
Supertramp,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
The Move,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.