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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
Can,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
DNA,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.