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 Albania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Pylon to the punk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
Yazoo,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
The Invisible,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
The Busters,
AZ,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
Accadde A,
Malaria!,
Harry Pussy,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
Faust,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
Intrusion,
Japan,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.