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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 The Moleskins to the funk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.