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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 In Retrospect to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
Main Source,
Mark Hollis,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
Malaria!,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia,
L. Decosne,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.