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 Peru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Michelle Simonal to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Stooges,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Ken Boothe,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
The Sound,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moleskins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.