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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
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 theremin 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 Pulsallama to the funk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
Babytalk,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Qualms,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.