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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monks,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
Swans,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
Rod Modell,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.