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 Norway and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 LL Cool J to the jazz 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Crime,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
Au Pairs,
Byron Stingily,
Lyres,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
Quantec,
This Heat,
UT,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
The Human League,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.