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 Australia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television to the electroclash 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
F. McDonald,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
Wire,
Ossler,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.