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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mr. Review to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
New Order,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.