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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Los Fastidios 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
The Mummies,
Dual Sessions,
Television,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
The Evens,
Bill Wells,
This Heat,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.