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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Cell 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
John Cale,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quantec,
Ice-T,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.