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 Portugal and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
Chrome,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
Urselle,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
The New Christs,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Josef K,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
Severed Heads,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Slave,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.