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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Monks 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
The Gladiators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
Hashim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
Jacob Miller,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
The Zeros,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.