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 Nauru and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Bill Near to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Pole,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
Ponytail,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
Nico,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
David McCallum,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
MDC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.