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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Grass Roots to the crunk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
Inner City,
Can,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
The Litter,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
Flipper,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
Gong,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quantec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Letta Mbulu,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
ABC,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.