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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 the Germs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter and Kerry,
OOIOO,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.