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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Drexciya to the techno 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
In Retrospect,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
Niagra,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
Babytalk,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.