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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Trumans Water to the dance 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
the Swans,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
The Kinks,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.