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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lungfish to the techno 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
Tommy Roe,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Laurel Aitken,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
Eden Ahbez,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
Magma,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.