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 Thailand and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
PIL,
The Wake,
David Bowie,
Intrusion,
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
Television,
Moss Icon,
10cc,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.