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 Pakistan 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 X-101 to the dance 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Newcleus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.