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 San Marino and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
Index,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
Pulsallama,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Grass Roots,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.