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 Yemen and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 the Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
Jandek,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mummies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim,
Lightning Bolt,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.