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 Sweden and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
E-Dancer,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Can,
Angry Samoans,
Jacques Brel,
Pagans,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
The Happenings,
Q65,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.