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 Panama and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bad Manners to the techno 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Derrick May,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
Scott Walker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
Byron Stingily,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.