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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marmalade to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Zero Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
The New Christs,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
a-ha,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.