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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Camberwell Now to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
cv313,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.