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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
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 linndrum 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 Massinfluence to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
Joyce Sims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
DNA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
Niagra,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.