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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 Paris and Milan.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mandrill to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
Pole,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
Flipper,
Scion,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.