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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Q65,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
X-101,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
Pussy Galore,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Outsiders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.