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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
Reagan Youth,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cluster,
Infiniti,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
Yaz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.