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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
Faust,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
Sight & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
Section 25,
Motorama,
Desert Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
Nico,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.