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 Romania and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
Index,
In Retrospect,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
Terry Callier,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
John Holt,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Deakin,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.