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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Slick Rick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Magma,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Interpol,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
David McCallum,
10cc,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
The Cure,
The Fall,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.