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 Belarus and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
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 theremin 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Birthday Party,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
David Axelrod,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.