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 Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cosmic Jokers 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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
Brick,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.