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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
Scientists,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
June of 44,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.