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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 The Busters to the crunk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mummies,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Dave Gahan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Malaria!,
Junior Murvin,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.