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 Brunei and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 KRS-One to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
Warsaw,
Cybotron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Soul II Soul,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu,
Joyce Sims,
Ornette Coleman,
Joensuu 1685,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.