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 Belize and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tears for Fears to the techno 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.